Buds are budding everywhere. In these impossibly long days. And, I am sucked into reading the stories of these plants that suddenly make their presence known after the melting of the snow. I have gathered --as honorarbly as I know how-- devil's club buds and fireweed shoots, and wintered Labrador tea. The world seems bursting with possibility.
I have been sharing this place and its bounty with others, and somehow it feels as if I am only just beginning to find this place.
All parts by SHM.
Pictures by SHM, and one by DBP, one by BK